Elin Paulson's poem is a single hopeful sentence, broken into eight tiny lines. The speaker imagines a day when two people will meet again, and when that happens, the wondering will finally end. We don't learn who the other person is or why they are apart, but the title, "With Love Still 5," suggests that love remains, and that this may be one of a series of messages or poems.
The form does much of the work. With only one word per line, the poem moves slowly, almost like someone speaking through held breath or counting down the time. "Someday" is vague and distant, so the hope is real but uncertain. The last word, "wondering," hints at a long stretch of unanswered questions: how the other person is, whether they remember, what might have been.
The mood is quiet, tender, and a little sad. It is patient longing rather than despair, with a gentle belief that waiting will end in some kind of peace.